Mother Fucking Son of a Bitch
My true love is Desi Train… I can lose myself here, escape, run away from the entire shitty world, the shitty things around, and all that shit. Fuck all that… For the last few days, have been working on a project - a personal one - that has snapped me out this morning… THIS IS A MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMMIT DAY I’VE FUCKING SEEN IN A FUCKING LONG TIME…
Fuck that…
The real tragedy is all those around you suddenly take their clothes off and change to the respective costumes - just like Superman - with a difference… the “S” is replaced by the following mother fucking words…
“SUPER FUCKING IRRITATOR”
YES… LEAVE ME FUCKING ALONE…
“I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING, BUT I’LL TELL YOU LATER… (repeat 10,000 times)”
NOW THAT IS A FUCKING DEATH KNEEL RIGHT IN MY FUCKING HEAD… GODDAMMIT KILL ME BUT DON’T SAY THAT FUCKING THING AGAIN IN MY EAR, PHONE OR FUCKING EMAIL.
“MY BRAINS ARE FRIED AND I’M SPILLING ALL MY COFFEE ALL OVER YOU EVERY TIME I WALK PAST YOU”
And coffee’s just a face to all that is FUCKING DROPPED ON HEAD ON ONE OF MY WORST MOTHER FUCKING DAYS… I MEAN DOES GOD WAVE A FUCKING WAND AND SAY - TODAY IS YOUR FUCKED UP DAY AND ALL THOSE AROUND YOU, WILL HAVE FRIED BRAINS AND KEEP TRIPPING OVER YOU IN AN INFINITE LOOP…. FUCK FUCK FUCK…
“DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO DO THAT?”
Yes FUCKING ASSHOLE THAT’S WHEY I TOLD YOU THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE…
“I Complain but Helping You is NOT in my Plain”
I’m fucking tired of this shit… Everyone wants everything… Ok HELP ME… SUDDENLY YOU ARE THE ONLY FUCKING LOSER LEFT IN THE FOOTBALL FIELD… EVERYONE SHOUTING SCREAMING COMPLAINING HAVE SUDDENLY VANISHED on your next fucking blink… Goddammit this cold and sore throat is killing me…
SHIT… I need a cigarette… be right back…
Ok I’m back…
MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH….
Deep breath… all right… I’m ok… I fucking hate it when I pay someone and get a job that I don’t like much… why the hell am I soooo fucking “hard to please” when it comes to art, colors, designs… and above all perfection…
The reverse is true in other areas of my life… the smallest of gestures gives me the biggest smiles… but in work everything has to be MOTHER FUCKING PERFECT.
And I’m tired of it… Gonna leave home, have some tea and rest what with the fucking cold, runny nose and prickly throat making life miserable for me at the moment…
Ever since Wordpress came out with version 2.1, life’s been a bitch… a BIG FUCKING BITCH.
So how’s your day?
February 7th, 2007 at 2:45 pm
Ever since Wordpress came out with version 2.1, life’s been a bitch… a BIG FUCKING BITCH.
AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! My waking hours these past three days have been occupied with that. And also the fact that I am a week past my promise (of a post) to you! :(
February 7th, 2007 at 7:10 pm
Ups and downs out here. I want do post/do/write but am stuck.
Sorry you’re having a bad day. Hang in there…
February 7th, 2007 at 8:47 pm
just peachy, m8. it’s all about b8n & w8n.
February 8th, 2007 at 12:21 am
Oz, when u stcuk up in such impossible situation, just beat d meat.:d
February 8th, 2007 at 12:50 pm
breaaaaaaathe in.. breaaaaaaathe out… breaaaaaaaathe in.. breaaaaaaathe out..
repeat.
good.
now go to sports authority, buy a punching bag, and put your boss/coworker’s face on it. punch punch punch punch punch.
repeat.
kick kick punch punch kick.
repeat using various combinations of punching and kicking.
drink 3-4 beers. watch a jenna jameson phillum. you’re done :d
February 9th, 2007 at 2:33 am
OZ, first things first….u r Superman urself. Just start wearing the T-shirt.
N now say…..cill, chill, chill….life is a fucking bitch no doubt. So, just fuck it. Enough. Aur ye tere nak ka kya scene hai….jab dekho behta hi rehta hai ? Stop all that vicks shitty thing. they dont help at all. I had the same problem earlier n it was pretty bad. Homeopathic medicins changed veerything for me.
March 6th, 2007 at 11:24 pm
this is agu think ha
August 2nd, 2007 at 12:58 pm
:) its ok…. things have a way of looking up when u think they never will.